Die Trying Novels & Stories

“It’s too late, we won’t make it. The ice won’t be able to support all three of our weight.” I know what he’s asking. He’s asking me to leave him. “No. I’m going to try.” “Get her help first,” Tray says. Even when death is at his door, he’s looking out for her. He knows I won’t listen. The water on his eyelashes has frozen. “Listen to me, if- promise me no matter what, you won’t tell her how I died.” My heart sinks. I saw her; I saw her call him into the pond. He kept refusing and then I turned away in jealousy until I heard the shout fifteen minutes later. They were in the water too long.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************

Not even in death. The End.

Death. Everyone was about to die.

My throat burned. Darian collapsed?

I had a tumor in my stomach, and I would not live much longer. Donating my bone marrow would inevitably become the greatest catalyst to push my death forward. I would not leave the operating table alive. “It’s fine.” The pain on my body could not compare to the pain in my heart. Since no one looked forward to my living, it would be better if I just died. The nurse who had held my phone for me came back in a hurry. Her eyes sparkled, as if she was giving me my final hope. Jacob York, my boyfriend’s name, shone on the screen, and it stung my eyes.

She still didn’t reply. “You want water?” His eyes darted around the living room in search of water, but there was none. “Hey!” He called out. “Anyone there?” “Santi… Tiago,” she called out his name amidst the choking coughs. “Nina…” he whispered her name while staring down at her. “I’m dying,” a thin tear broke out from the corner of her eyes as she looked at him desperately in need of help. “Dying?” He brushed her hair away from her face.

You need to go back in there now. She yanked herself free. "Stop this nonsense. The patient over there has an aortic dissection. Do you know how high the mortality rate is? Every minute wasted brings that patient one step closer to death. Can you stop being so selfish?" Selfish? My voice shot up. "What's wrong with wanting my wife to save her own son? If that kid is so talented, why don't you send your precious student to handle the other surgery?" The moment the words left my mouth, she slapped me. "You're being ridiculous," she said coldly.

God, I was gonna die in here for real. "Skye, are you dying?" Everything inside me dropped as tears streamed down my very eyes. No. God, no. why me?? Why does it always have to be me? I didn’t call Tasha. I called him. Rye. Of all people. Shit. “I’m not…” My breath hitched painfully. “I’m dying…” "Well then, that's good. You're meeting my expectations." He chuckled softly while I struggled to breathe. "Rye...I'm..really. I'm really